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[phereinnike]

Instead of a fact, could you answer 5,10,15,20,25,30,35,40,45 from the Couples Meme for your favorite OC ship? :D

Ok so my favourite pairing is probs Tarasenko-Belinde (OTP: Fuck Fate) but I’m gonna go with Sebastián-Frederick (OTP: King and Lionheart). Also this took me forever i’m so sorry. 

5- Nicknames? Pet names?  Fred calls Seb “Schatz” (treasure) and Seb takes years to understand he’s not calling him Shit as in ‘little shit’. Seb isn’t fond of pet names at all. 10- Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? Frederick drives because Sebastián can’t afford a car. Sebas cooks, it makes him feel better about the whole ‘pulling his weight’ living with Baptiste. Frederick loves carpentry. You want to change a lighbulb, paint a wall, hang on new curtains? He’s your man. Sebas is not particulrly messy but Fred cleans because dirtyness makes him itch. Fred pays the bills at the beginning of the relationship because… well, he’s rich. Sebas tries his best to not throw a fit each time. Frederick definitely handles the public. He’s been in the public eye since he was born and knows how to deal with paparazzi and fans alike. 15- How adventurous are they? Frederick jumps right in on anything that rsembles an adventure. You want to go to Jerusalen to look for Jesuschrist thomb? ADVENTURE! You want to go to the library? POTENTIAL ADVENTURE! Sebastian would mostly like to be left alone but he lets himself get ropped by Fred’s excitement. 20- What does their home look like? Their room? Once they live together? I imagine something really Classic Germany. White wood mobiliary over dark wood floors, comfortable sofas and chairs, lots of blankets… They decorate it all together bcs Frederick is too picky and Seb needs to be reminded that yes we can afford whatever, do you want that ridiculously expensive and ugly garden gnome? i’ll put it on the fucking bathroom, i swear, whatever you want.25- How much time do they spend together? At the start of book 1 not so much, because they have different majors etc. They have lunch together (Fred goes to the Starbucks Seb works in at his lunch break) twice a week (when his timetable allows it) and they hang on the weekends. 30- Could they manage a long distance relationship? I think so. Like, they’ve been into each other forever without actually being together so I think skype + ocassional visits would work for them as long as it was temporal. 35- Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst?  I think they bring out the best in each other. Frederick brings out Sebastián’s humanity, all of it. And Sebastián brings out Frederick’s authenticitie. 40- Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to? They have a very special memory of an almost kiss just outside the doors of the school chapel. But I don’t think they have any special places. 45- Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets? Not unleash the apocalypse? Not die? Specially not fulfil the prophecy in which one of them dies and the other suffers forever???

[steepedmilk]

Steeped In Milk

Yoo this is the little chapbook I was talking about yesterday. I did not make a cover for it this time but there is a piece of art inside as well as some previously unpublished work!

If you like that you may also be interested in applying to the Nepenthe Net here. I’ll be choosing members in the New Year!

Short lil’ Preview:

While praying to God: Please remove my shackles. I want to be free again. Thunder rumbles and this is god. Lighting rains down every few feet to scorch the Earth, and this is also god. Don’t tell me blood doesn’t mean anything when I know it does . When something is alive inside you, you can feel it. I love you and there is a little bit of god in this also.

While being answered: The mountains look beautiful and violet, aching and craggy in the light that seems to pass right through us. If you wait long enough you can forget everything. The wild peeling at my neck, closed hands opening up like hard buds in the Spring, what it felt like to be whole and asking to be broken.

[phereinnike]

Song Rec: Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At the Disco and what I love in a fictional character is when they're complex, like they're not always good, they're not always bad, they have ideals they'll fight to the death for but they'd also like save your kitten? :D

url: sorry, don’t get it (i think grisha series? but idk) | i see what you did there | BRUH | HOW?? FUCKING HOW???theme: i do me you do you | bitch this is pretty | this is on fucking point | *shoves theme into my purse* listen i gotta goicon: not my aesthetic | *thumbs up* (i hate butterflies so fucking much) | your life must be full of good aesthetic choices | nearly as pretty as meposts: ok, but… why do you follow me? | THIS is what i was talking about | this is so fab | i don’t know what to reblog first | everything is so pretty I’m going to screamfollowing: i clearly can’t appreciate art when i see it  | i’ve seen the error in my ways and repented (+f) | bitch i might | i’d follow you to waroverall: 10/10

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Fav greek myths/moments: prometheus giving fire to humanity | Erys nearly getting 3 goddess to kill each other over an apple | Diomedes injuring two gods in a day like it’s not a big deal | Cassandra telling Apollo to fuck offShort poem favs:  never tell a goddess her fate // k.s (x) | god of seas // k.a. (x) |  Sleeping at Last // Saturn (x)haute couture favs: Valentino | Elie Saab | Paolo Sebastian | Zuhair Murad blog compliment/comment: Ilysm. I love talking to you and fangirling over DH and our edits are going to suck but we’ll have so much fun. You’re just brilliant and I’m really happy I get to bask in it.

Reblog this id you want one /// Blacklist “vero does xmas blogrates”

[bunnycorcorans]

Is it cool if I use the poem you wrote for my blogrates in my about tab? :} ALSO BERNICE I MISS YOU TOO, WE MUST TALK SOON

Yes, definitely! 

(you reblogged the hansy edit! oh my god! my goal in life is to make everyone ship all my trash ships, tbh). 

[bunnycorcorans]

I am the woman of myth and bullshit. (True. I authored some of it.) I built my little house of ill repute. Brick by brick. Labored, loved and masoned it. Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros

ASH you are lovely, and I miss talking to you!

Poetry: they call you girl/ as you claw your way/ from under the earth/ and you rise and smile/ dirt-stained and glorious/ and say, “exactly”//

URL: don’t get it | cool | yes, please | [clutches chest] yes, pleaseTheme: why, though? | cool | pretty! | #actual aesthetic goalsPosts: (not my fandom + variations) | cool | awesome | [bows]Following? n/+f/always (and forever, tbh)

no more please

[steepedmilk]

(Jain)       We have never hurt another living thing. This makes us apt vessels for all worldly religions. Convert me into something with tradition, never ending life, wealth, fruits of the Early Earth. Convert me into something where love does not mean giving everything else up; light spilling in from the windows, the caldera of your mouth, swaying because we just can’t help it.       Convert me into something where I am no longer afraid. We were not made perfect but it is possible to become more.  (Romantic)        This is the one where I die for you. Everything on Earth is simple and beautiful and breathtaking. I don’t know any other way to live than by the grace of your hand, sun dried, exuberant,       encompass me & I could not be happier. (Holy & Roman)       We are the epitome of pleasurable. Eburnean. Our soft hands, warm forgiving mouths, dark eyes, and penchant for solitude. We are doing all this for some god or another. Some sun, some dead saint, something we were promised in another life. I think I like you like this, ready to die and be reborn something spitting.       We take coffee in the afternoons, window shop on Park Avenue, play piano music with the window open, all that air rushing in and out of us. What do we have to be ashamed of? (Dao)       The world is made of things I don’t know I am meant to understand. The curve of your back when you sit up straight, the way the sky is so blue and pink and yellow all at the same time, light passing through everything even us. We don’t know what spirit is but we are ready to be devoured whole anyways.       Imagine that yawning black mouth, rings inside like the doorway between heaven and hell. We are waiting to be turned into something- poetry, something verdant, rocks, mountains, or valleys.

l.b.

[steepedmilk]

6. Argument: Being born is like turning into light. A billion particles coming back as one body. We are like whales, we feel too much. It becomes easier and easier not to feel at all. We turn back into light. Argument: There is no such thing as the living or the dead. We are all in here somewhere. There is no reason to be afraid. Argument: Flowers are sad when they come up in the Spring and can not speak to us.

excerpt from “The Poetry of Heavy Breathing” // l.b.

[steepedmilk]

3. What happens if you take apart the house? Imagine it's like a dream and nothing is happening but all the walls slowly fall away. Objects in space, the birds chirping, the slight wind, everything fading out to black like another empty room waiting for the light to come. & Maybe it does. Maybe it starts out small and then grows bigger. Maybe there's nothing to show so you get eaten up instead.

excerpt from “The Poetry of Heavy Breathing” // l.b.